His name is echoing somewhere outside his head. Someone is talking to him. Maybe. He is somewhere, yes? In a meeting? He’s been taking calls from the lobbyists again. Seems the lobby is quite interested in some recent action in Parliament.
Oh. Yes. The meeting. Wake up, answer the man.
Uh… which man? Oh, just speak to the room. “Yes.”
“Looks like we lost you there for a second.”
Bill is right out of it. The sounds are making sense to his brain now though. Someone is talking to him. He can do this. Focus. “Sorry, I’ve just had a lot on my mind recently.”
A smile comes back in the voice, “That’s understandable. You’ve been busy.”
Bill can see now. He’s in the board room. Meeting with his bosses and the lobbyists. Oh. So they know about each other. Yes, he knew that. That’s why this meeting has been called. He determined that the moment he stepped into the room. He has been busy. Sleep. Sleep is good. He should get some of that. Why are they using his first name? Condescension. They think they can just—
“Do you know why we’ve asked for this meeting?” One of the lobbyists is talking now.
Bill swallows slowly. “I would guess because you want to run our relationship through more formal channels?”
The room laughs.
His supervisor, now, “Your relationship with the lobbyists has been rather unconventional thus far. Don’t worry, we’re going to take the politics right out of your hands.”
Bill isn’t entirely sure this is good. Does this mean the lobby is back in or still out? They’ve been waffling since the activity in Parliament. The—
“The public is going to hate this bill. The so-called ‘technorati’ are already mobilising to ‘inform’ them, and we need them to know how necessary it is. Our clients depend on us for that.”
Oh! They hadn’t been using his first name. They’d been jabbering on about the contents of the bill. Of course. That’s why he had drifted off. A whole load of technical mumbo-jumbo and legalese. As long as it meant he could stop more crime. He understands better now, but what does this all mean for him? “What does that have to do with me?”
“Surely you see how our department benefits from this bill.” His supervisor, again.
“Of course,” which is code for ‘not really, but sure’.
“The public needs to know how much of the sorts of crime we want to stop there is. If they think the problem is small they won’t want to see drastic measures taken to stop it. That’s why, effective immediately, we’re giving you full authority to follow up any lead on any activity, no matter how small. Use as many resources as you need and catch as many as you can. Make a media show of it. Get the numbers up.”
Wait, what? They’re going to grant his request to go after small actors? Wait, no. “What was that about the media?”
“We want you to do your job. The job you’ve been asking us to do since you got here.”
He considers that. No, it’s too easy. There must be something political. “What changed your mind? Politics? What about everything you’ve said about going after producers and victimisers instead of consumers and victims? All of that benefit of the doubt going to citizens goes away if it’s politically convenient?”
Now it’s his supervisor’s boss’ turn to make a comment. “I can’t figure you out. First you want us to let you go after the small actors. Now we say you can and you push back? Stopping crime. That’s your goal isn’t it?”
Bill knows that it is. That is his goal. Who cares why they want him to do it? He should take it while it’s on the table. And he should find someone who can explain this bill to him. “You’re right. Of course. That’s very much what I want. I’ll get to it.”
Nicnus is catching up on news. He’s peripherally aware of what’s going on in the world, of course. The constant stream of tidbits from microblogs and other sources that he reads all day make sure of that. He hasn’t been clicking through to actual articles for at least a week, though.
A bill has been tabled in the Canadian Parliament. He knew that. Reading further: about privacy and the RCMP use of MusicBox data streams. He knew that. In another article: about allowing them to use other data streams. What? Now he’s interested.
He pulls up the text of the bill and scrolls past the preamble information. The first interesting paragraph reads:
In section 3, at the end of paragraph 2, add “, digital.”
Uhh… ok? What does the next paragraph say?
Repeal section 5. Replace the last paragraph of section 4 with, “Due process shall be followed in accordance with policies set by the office of the Commissioner of the RCMP in consultation with Industry Canada.”
What? How does anyone read these? He tries to pull up the relevant Act and see what sections are being changed, but the whole thing is pretty hard to navigate. He keeps looking through the backlog of news stories and finds one about some guy who turned the bill into a readable diff.
For those who don’t know, a diff is a file that specifies in a very simple way what changes should be made to some piece of text. It is the primary tool computer programmers use to propose changes to software.
The relevant parts of this version of the bill looked like the following:
In accordance with this Act, Canadian law enforcement agencies may only
gather information from the following types of sources: telecommunications,
-telegram, mail system.
+telegram, mail system, digital.
-Law enforcement officials shall, after establishing the necessity of
-collecting the information, obtain an order from a court of appropriate
-authority to be presented to the holder of the information.
+Due process shall be followed in accordance with policies set by the
+office of the Commissioner of the RCMP in consultation with Industry
-The parties about whom any information is to be gathered in accordance
-with this Act, shall be notified of the investigation. Any parties
-materially involved in the information, but who are not under investigation,
-shall be given full disclosure.
+[Section 5 repealed]
“Oh…” Nicnus stares for a moment. Then he stares for another moment. He sends sends the link with the diff on to Acklas, then after some thought creates a page highlighting just these sections and sends it on to all his microblog followers.
Moments pass. Nicnus is thinking. Hard. This cannot pass. Must not pass. The proposed change could not possibly be legal, though. Could it? Full digital and non-digital wiretapping without notifying the suspect that they were even under investigation? He wished he knew a lawyer.
16:30 <acklas> Woah. I’d heard the law was crazy, but those sections are the craziest.
16:31 <nicnus> …
16:33 <nicnus> Yeah, I can’t see how this can pass as-is.
16:35 <acklas> Well, we’ll see. Certainly I’m on board for fighting this now.
16:36 <nicnus> Sure, but you know how much good that does.
16:38 <acklas> I hear you, but that doesn’t mean we don’t try.
16:39 <acklas> Maybe someone should actually set up a face-to-face with our MP.
16:39 <nicnus> Could do.
** jjdavis has joined
16:39 <jjdavis> And you thought it was bad living in the US!
16:40 <acklas> shut up
16:40 <nicnus> It’s not law yet.
16:40 <jjdavis> Fair
16:41 <jjdavis> We’ll probably get something similar cropping up here soon anyway.
16:41 <acklas> Don’t certain US laws already allow this?
16:42 <jjdavis> Not for arbitrary law enforcement. For federal-level, yeah.
16:42 <acklas> Wait, ARBITRARY law enforcement?
** acklas looks
16:42 <nicnus> Yeah. That’s the craziest part. Joe policeman wants a look at your emails? No problem.
Jack is happy for the distraction. Work has not become less and less of a successful distraction. He’s tried blocking out the world and diving in to interesting development problems, but after less than an hour he’s always left zoned out.
She had called. Only once. He didn’t dare call back. She hadn’t said much. Wanted to know what he had to say.
What did he have to say?
He was still confused as all get out about the entire situation. So he told her so. No use hiding it. She said she figured as much. Didn’t sound like that was a good thing.
A car alarm goes off outside his window. He saunters over and takes a look. People are streaming by on the sidewalk, but no one seems to even take notice of the alarm. Too much noise, so little of it matters. Desensitizes.
Who are all these people? Where are they going? Jack has no idea. Every day thousands of people stream by outside his window. Going somewhere. These are the people that Nicnus always wants so badly to protect, yet they, or most of them, do not want protecting. Is it nobility, altruism, or just arrogance? What’s the difference between a consumer advocate and a Jehovah’s Witness door-to-door missionary? That the consumer advocate is right? That he doesn’t go door-to-door?
His phone is ringing. Hmm? Yes. Answer that. Who is it? Work. They need him to come in. Physically come in. It happens. If he could work from home all the time he wouldn’t need to be in the States at all. In fact, now that she’s gone…
16:47 <acklas> man, I really need to find another job
16:48 <nicnus> corporate cubicle land not doing it for you anymore? 😉
16:48 <acklas> seriously
16:48 <acklas> very
16:49 <nicnus> Are you interested in what we do? With the product taking off like this
16:50 <acklas> Maybe
Jack wants to get into this conversation, but he really should head to the office.
16:52 <jjdavis> Getting called in to the office. bback
** jjdavis is away
Bill has been on the phone all day with local law enforcement across Canada. Now he is on the ground with some. About 50 creeps across Canada are about to get busted, but he wanted to be present to see at least one of them. He’d like to be everywhere, but that’s just not possible on the timeline they’ve got.
They aren’t a SWAT team. There’s no group of officers bristling with firearms. They are not going to break the door down. In fact, they aren’t allowed to. This is the real police now, and they have to follow the rules. Or at least, when it matters. The last thing Bill wants is to have everything ended by a small, media-noticeable breach of procedure.
He knocks. A woman answers the door. “Is your husband home, miss?”
The single mother is offended by his question. Crap. “Well, boyfriend, whatever?”
Very single. Very focused on being a mother. Crap. Where is the creep? He glances at the officers with him. Glances at his notes. William J. That’s the name they have. “We’re looking for William.”
Oh. It’s her son. Oh. She is not happy now. Her son is coming to the door. He can’t be older than 13 or 14. What is happening here? “Are you William J?” The kid shrugs. He’s William at least. At the right address. As confusing as this seems he can’t just ignore this. They’ll take him in, ask some questions, maybe figure out what’s going on.
Now the mother is more upset. What has her son done? The son is resentful and cold, but maybe he’s just always like that. Bill peers past the mother. A daughter. Little girl, 3, maybe 5.